Intro




Yea Dedicated To All My Homeboys



In The California Youth Authority



Much Love




Verse One:




I Caught Another Case So The Loc Needs Bail



But Your People Act Funny When You're Sittin In A Cell



I Didn't Get Mail So Jail Was Like Hell



Out Of Anger I Shank 'em In The Neck In The Stairwell



I Remember Potacaine Was Used To Rock Up



It Was A Trip On How I Got Locked Up



10 Saltine Crackers Runnin At Me With Yellow Coats



Yellin "Don't Move Or Catch A Hot One To The Throat"



You Learn Real Fast To Put Your Hands Up Quick, Black



Yo, Just Put An 'out Of Order' Sign On Your Bozack



I Didn't Twitch, Scratch Or Itch



They Found A Nine In My Inside Pocket Ain't That A Bitch



A Short And Quick Trip To The County Straight Drama



The First Call I Made Was Collect To My Mama



I Didn't Go See Her Before I Went To Jail



But Now I Wanted Her To Come Visit



Send Money Orders And Post Bail



Till I Remembered That I'm Grown



So Now I Gotta Handle It Myself, Fool



The Loc Is On His Own




Chorus:




The Loc Is On His Own



Moms Was Trippin' She Got A Block On The Phone



I Can't Call Home, The Loc Is On His Own



Moms Was Trippin' She Got A Block On The Phone



I Can't Call Home, The Loc Is On His Own



Moms Was Trippin' She Got A Block On The Phone




Verse Two:




Yea Moms I Love You Too



I Understand That Your Tired Of The Bullshit I Put You Throw



I Pleaded Not Guilty, G



With No Intentions Of Going To Trial, I Got The Plea



Now The Cops Got Another Young Nigga Off The Streets



He's Coming Back To Fish For Some More Meat



Puttin Marked